As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark ringsLight of cities in the nights destination for KingsWith big dreams like Castro overthrew BautistaFrom Cuba and pointed nukes toward the U.S.About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta moveA lot of rules, some locked in solitudeCurse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised?The mighty dollar -- or almighty AllahI'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seedsMy truth is the soil; help you grow like treesMay the children come in all colors, change like leavesBut hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC'sWith blunted flows, seven hundred souls in meEach channelin, from past to present times, heaven shinesLight on those, innocent to how the world growsSome men become murderers, and some girls become hoesAnd you accounted for, everything that you heardDo not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your wordsMy heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never diesGhetto prisoners rise rise riseGhetto prisoners rise rise riseGhetto prisoners rise rise riseGhetto prisoners rise rise riseGhetto prisoners..

Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildingsRats crawl in filthy hallways, incineratorsSinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answeredDreams turned real - what's a wicked nation?One with blind men - not takin charge of the situationEmpty arguments and real conversations neededThe world'll need it, to hear itEvil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herbThis hurt come from the honest wordI now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learnedFind it's way on the paper, so I could dictate itArticulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made itThrough strong currents and winds that left the others strandedTo sink in the AtlanticSatan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, butWho decides when and if your life is finished?If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh LordMay we break away from the chains abroad

You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutesI give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth isTime waits for none of you, in factHe can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under youSmall visions of better life if cheddar was rightLurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they timeTrapped in the slums, beggin for nuttin but takinHeaded for nuttin but the state pen, where they cousins be waitinJudges is not relatin to pleas, guns bustin where the kids playRichochet off lamp poles and leave damp holesIn bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A.Around the way where we fromHope the future reduce the rate of those buried youngLife is every man's kingdom, a dyin man's pastAnd a newborn's, first time to be here at lastAnd shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our painHustlin harder than the generations here before he cameGoin through the same bullshit as our fathersReadin history, but who's the authors?For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harderBut never lose faith; through the years just get smarterGhetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners..